"Sure looks like it," Delilah gasped, staring at the infernal landscape. "It's like we got sucked into my poster."
"OH MY GOODNESS!" shrieked a voice. "Am I dead?! Was there some kind of gas leak in your dorm, Alyssa?! Oh my gosh, we're all in Hell! Ugh, that's what I get for letting you girls talk me into going clubbing with you!"
Delilah recognized the voice as belonging to Rebecca Bishop, one of Alyssa's college friends. Delilah turned to face Rebecca and saw that the innocent-looking blonde girl was on the verge of tears. Of course. Delilah wouldn't pretend she wasn't scared herself, but this was no place for Rebecca. Rebecca was a super-devout evangelical Christian. She'd never given Alyssa and Delilah any trouble for being agnostic and she'd always been pretty respectful of their bisexuality (aside from blushing a lot whenever Alyssa kissed her girlfriend), but she had always been extremely "good girl" and stuck out like a sore thumb in the bars and clubs that Alyssa frequented. The little saint was much more of a natural angel than a devil.
"Aw, don't be such a wet blanket, Rebecca," laughed a boisterous voice. "This place is a dream come true!"
Delilah turned and saw Riley Packer, the Metalhead of the friend group. She had a wild mane of hair dyed neon green, and a huge grin was plastered on her face as she gazed around with wonder. Riley was a huge fan of hardcore bands that sang about Satan, demons, and Hell (much to poor Rebecca's horror). In fact, she'd been the one who'd bought Delilah her poster as a dorm-warming present. Well, at least someone was enjoying herself.
"Take this seriously, Riley!" snapped a third voice. "Cool or not, suddenly being here is not normal. Best case scenario, we just died and lost the afterlife sweepstakes. Worst case scenario, something REALLY weird is going on here."
Delilah glanced at the third speaker and saw a familiar Korean-American beauty with long black hair. This was Emily Kim, Ayssa's girlfriend. A classy and intelligent young woman, Emily often took it upon herself to help Rebecca babysit Alyssa and Riley on their madcap misadventures. She didn't look precisely scared to be in Hell, but she did look pissed.
"How did you three get here?" Delilah asked.
"We came to pick up Alyssa," Emily answered. "We'd just opened the door when some kind of fire engulfed the room. And now we're... wherever this place is."
"The furnace of fire," Rebecca said, trembling. "There shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth."
"Not the time for a Bible verse, Rebecca," Alyssa groaned.
Riley gazed admiringly at the bone white tree covered in screaming human faces. "I don't know, Alyssa. I think Becks might be right. Sure does fucking look like Hell here."
"Trust me," an unfamiliar voice said with a sultry giggle, "it is. Welcome to the Realm of Darkness."
The five girls turned to see a horned woman with red skin, draconic wings, and a reptilian tail smirking at them. Her black leather barely covered her nipples and pussy. It was the succubus from Delilah's poster! "You?!" Delilah gasped.
"Yes, the demon from your poster," the succubus responded. "I am Lady Naamah. I serve Lilith, Queen of Malebolge."
"Malebolge?" Alyssa repeated in confusion.
"The eighth circle of Hell," Naamah explained. "Lilith rules it on behalf of Satan. I see you like the trees, Riley."
"Yeah," said Riley. "They're badass."
"The faces are the souls of suicide victims," Naamah remarked as she admired the tree.
"That's kinda fucked up," Delilah winced.
"A bit harsh, yes," Naamah nodded, "but I don't make the rules around her. Blame God and Satan."
"Wait!" Emily suddenly interjected. "You called Riley by her name! How the fuck do you know who we are?!"
"I brought you here," Naamah confessed. "This may come as a shock, but you're all the spawn of powerful noblewomen in Lilith's court."
"WHAT?!" Rebecca shrieked.
"It's true," Naamah said. "You all have single mothers, right?"
The girls nodded.
"Well, your 'fathers' were actually female demons who had sex with men to steal their semen and then shapeshifted into male forms and fucked women to use that cum to impregnate them. I know, it's a pretty fucking convoluted method of reproduction, but it's how succubi work."
"So we're Hellish nobility?" Riley asked, grinning.
"You are," Naamah nodded. "Queen Lilith sent me to bring you back to the court now that you're old enough to claim your titles."
"But I don't WANT to be demonic nobility!" Rebecca protested. "I'm a child of the Most High God!"
"Objectively untrue," Naamah chuckled. "You're the spawn of His forsaken."
"This is an awful lot to take in," Delilah marveled. "I'm not sure if I entirely believe that... hey, why am I tingling?"
"Your body's about to take its true shape," Naamah smiled. "After all, you're a succubus."
"That can't be possible," Delilah shook her head. "Just look at me! I have glasses and frizzy brown hair."
"Not in your true form," Naamah giggled. "Just wait and see."